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Me, The Stranger, And The Redeye To Boston

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Chapter OneOn September fourth, one of my college friends was scheduled to get married in Boston. Usually, when I have any kind of trip planned, I’d take the day before and the day after off, just to account for Murphy’s Law. For some strange reason, I decided to work on that Friday, get off work at 5:00 pm and make it to the airport in time for a 7:30 flight.One would think I’d have ample time to get to the airport, however, as I drove along in my car on the interstate and witnessed the sea of cars in front of me, nearly at a standstill, I thought, Fuck… I just might miss my flight.As I was sitting there in the clusterfuck of traffic, one of my jams by H.E.R. sounded through the speakers.Shit, instantly I was feeling like sexing. Especially since I had not had any human dick in almost three years. My last experience left me traumatized and disappointed.He was a handsome man, African American. Had this amazing smooth dark skin, tall, so I knew he was going to have a nice-sized cock. We had gone on a few dates and had several phone calls, so I figured it was time.Now, one of my favorite positions is the cowgirl. I love to sit on that long stick and glide my pussy to the tip and twerk on the shaft while looking right in a man’s eyes, holding his chin and saying, “You like this pussy, don’t you.”So, I was so ready to fuck this guy’s brains out. I had gotten my Brazilian. She was nice and clean and ready to enjoy.He came over and we sat on the sofa, on some Netflix and chill vibe shit. He was acting all shy, so I decided to straddle him playfully and start kissing his neck and nibbling on his ear lobes. I felt his cock come to life and I was excited to finally be able to enjoy some dick, since I tended to have serious dry spells because I was such a workaholic.He unzipped his pants and I saw that long, wonderful masterpiece. I stroked it in my hand and bit my lip. I stood up and removed my clothes, then kneeled to give him head for a minute while playing with his balls.It was a challenge trying to fit all of him in my mouth, but I was always up for a challenge, so I masterfully willed that huge cock in my mouth and hummed on his dick.Finally, I was ready to mount him. Now, my pussy stays nice and tight. kaçak iddaa I do Kegels all day while sitting at my desk and use my yoni eggs to practice muscle control so I can hug the shaft tight while I ride. All I needed was a good five minutes on his dick and I would have been good for at least six months.As soon as I inserted his fatty into my tight wet hole, he grunted, “Oh fuck.”I was thinking to myself, he better not. I stroked once, then twice and by the third stroke, he grabbed my ass and said, “Ahhhh, shit.”I eyed him with contempt. I was frustrated. All that build-up for the moment and all that shit he talked on the phone about going all night and he barely lasted thirty seconds. Then dared to say, “Did you cum?”Sir, if you have to ask, the answer is, “Fuck no.” But there was no way he was about to leave me hanging. He was going to eat my pussy until one of us got dizzy. I lay on my back and opened my legs. He commented, “I don’t do that.”I laughed, “You should. And since I didn’t cum, you owe me a nut.” He felt guilty, so he finally got between my legs. He kept kissing my inner thighs. I reached for his face and said, “Tongue, lick it,” as I showed him my pearl.He started hesitantly, but after the first few licks and he heard me hum, he started lapping up my juices as if it was a bowl of warm milk. I started humping his tongue and finally, I moaned, “Shiiiitttt!” My heart raced and I was content for the moment.He convinced me that his stroke game was indeed good, it had just been a while and my pussy was so tight, he couldn’t help it. He asked me to let him try again. I smiled as he massaged his cock in front of me, getting himself ready.He inserted and started pumping, but his hip action was stiff, he grunted and made faces and I knew he wasn’t going to last long. It was such a shame; all that beautiful dick and he had no idea how to use it.After that night, I politely told him it wasn’t going to work out. I needed a man that was skilled at fucking. Someone who could handle tight pussy like a champ and not buckle under the pressure of me choking their cock out with my walls.I laughed out loud for the moment as that memory flashed in my head. I was wearing a wrap-around dress that tied kaçak bahis in the front that went to my mid-thigh. I had one hand on the steering wheel and my right hand touched my clit. I figured, If I’m stuck here, I might as well enjoy myself and make the most of my time.For some odd reason, I looked to my right, and I saw this mixed-race Hispanic man sitting in his truck looking down into my vehicle enjoying the show. I could tell that he was stroking his cock because he had that “oh” face going on while biting his lip.I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and showed him my juices. He smiled and motioned for me to lower my window. So, I did.“Hi beautiful, what’s your name?” he asked as he looked down at me.“Lelani,” I replied.“Can I take you out tonight?”“I would love that, but I’m on my way to the airport. I won’t be back until Sunday evening.”“What about when you get back?”“Sure.”He asked for contact information. I told him my Instagram name. Moments later, I got a notification that I had a new follower named Mario. I smiled and followed him back.The traffic finally started to clear up and we had to say our goodbyes. I watched him get off at an exit before Tampa and I headed to the airport.  Chapter Two Just when I thought, I might get to the airport on time, I ran over something and a tire went flat. It was just a crazy day. I was beginning to think I was never going to make it to Boston to witness my friend get married.When I arrived at the airport it was almost eight o’clock. My flight was long gone. I was able to book a redeye that departed at 11:25 that night. The ticket agent could see that I was frustrated and had had quite a day. She said, “At least you’ll practically have the whole airplane to yourself.”I smiled. I received her perspective; after all, that little traffic jam did allow me to relieve some sexual frustration and allowed me to meet Mario. I was excited at the possibility of riding his cock. I smiled as I began my walk to the gate waiting area.As I approached the area, I saw this older white man, very distinguished. He had sort of a Pierce Brosnan vibe. He had salt-and-pepper hair, with a beard and mustache; he wore glasses, and I could tell he was fit as he sat there checking illegal bahis out my ass as I strutted by.I sat in the seats across from him. He looked at an iPad and stared at my legs. I was a gymnast in high school and college and my legs were extremely toned. I grinned inside as I sat sending naughty messages to Mario.He had sent me a picture of his cock, nice and full, “Thinking about you,” it read.I smiled, “I can’t wait to get back. I want some of that cock in my mouth and my pussy.”When I looked up, Mr. Distinguished Stranger smiled as if he knew I was being naughty. I returned the smile.The time to board had arrived and I grabbed my bag and went to check-in. I found my seat in business class and sat by the window. Moments later, I saw the handsome blue-eyed stranger walking down the aisle.He put his bag away and smiled, “Hope you don’t mind. I know the airplane is near empty, but I would love to sit here.”I nodded, “It’s fine,” I replied as I watched him take his seat.I sat, content with trying to take a nap, but I was getting serious vibes from the man sitting next to me. I decided to look over at him and I saw him scrolling through a playlist checking out songs by H.E.R.I smiled. He looked, “Do you know about this artist?” he asked. I thought to myself, of course I know… how do you?“I do. And you like H.E.R.?”“Yes. I also listen to Jazmin Sullivan and Eryka Badu, Jill Scout. My kids keep me up on the best tunes.” He saw the shocked look on my face, “What? Is it because I’m an old white guy?”I laughed. “I’m just surprised… and you’re not old,” I said flirtatiously.He blushed, “I’m fifty-two. And you must be like what, twenty-three?”I shook my head, “I’m thirty.”He smiled as if he was now considering me a viable possibility.After the airplane took off, we had a few cocktails and we sat telling stories about trips, music, and favorite foods. I placed my hand on his thigh and every time I laughed, I’d move my hand up his leg until I felt his package. He looked around nervously.I reached for a blanket that was provided and placed it over our laps. I opened my legs wide, draping my right one over his left leg. I found his zipper and went inside to find his cock full. The length of it felt nice and I peeked under the blanket to see it. It was pretty, all veiny, and that nice mushroom tip. I stroked him nicely under the blanket while placing my lips on his neck, kissing until I found his mouth.

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